Myanmar
Yangon Region

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  • Day183

    Der Nachtbus brachte uns sicher nach Yangon, unser letzter Stopp im wunderschönen Myanmar. Yangon ist die grösste Stadt des Landes und zählt um die 5 Millionen Einwohner. Was hier jedoch anders ist als im Rest des Landes: eine frühere Regierung verbot, nach mehreren Unfällen, Mopeds in der ganzen Stadt. Es gibt also nur Autos und Busse hier - ihr könnt euch das Chaos bestimmt vorstellen. Naja, wir müssen ja nicht alles verstehen. 🤷‍♂

    Es gibt nicht wirklich viele Highlights in der City, sie erinnerte uns ein wenig an Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam, auch da konnten wir uns irgendwie nicht anfreunden. Nichtsdestotrotz verbrachten wir einige Tage in Yangon und besichtigten die alten, britischen Kolonialgebäude, die Schwedagon Pagode, den Kandawgi Park und tuckerten mit dem Circular Train einmal rund um die Agglomeration.
    Die Schwedagon Pagode ist eine der wichtigsten, grössten Pilgerstätte der Burmesen und besticht durch das Funkeln des verbauten Goldes (tausende von Kilos anscheinend) und Edelsteinen.

    Das Wetter zwang uns, es etwas ruhiger anzugehen. Meist setzten die starken Niederschläge am frühen Nachmittag ein, so dass wir uns jeweils zeitlich wieder in die Unterkunft zurückziehen mussten. Glücklicherweise hatten wir da unterhaltsame Zimmergenossen aus aller Welt. :-)
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  • Day129

    Mingalaba Bagan & Yangon

    August 7 in Myanmar

    Day 1
    The bus arrived outside of Bagan at 4am. Unfortunately the bus station was too far out of the old town to walk so I had to get one of the loitering rip off taxis. Luckily just off the bus I met two girls who had arrived from Yangon, so I could share a taxi with them. We were all heading to the Ostello Bello (with pool - there are two) in the old town and arrived twenty minutes later. Sadly we weren’t able to check in early so Julia (from Germany) and Ylenia (from China) decided to fight the sleep and go watch the sunrise with two french backpackers we met in reception. I was too tired so I decided to sleep on a makeshift bed of beanbags in their chill out area until it was a more reasonable hour. I got up at 7:30 and went down to reception where I met Julia. We decided to spend the morning on the free bike tour of the main temples. I attempted to get my own electric scooter but after driving about ten metres I felt really uncomfortable and asked if Julia would mind driving with both of us on her bike, thankfully she said yes. With the bike sorted we met our guide and fellow tourists at the gate and drove down to the other Ostello Bello to pick up the rest of the group. And guess who was there, Shia and Yifat! Coincidence I think not! Our guide gave us a quick briefing and then off we went on our convoy around the temples. When the complex was first built, between the 9th and 13th century, there were estimated to be around 10,000 temples and pagodas. Now there are just over 2,000. Needless to say we did not see all of them. Over the course of morning our guide took us to about 8 different temples. Some small and some larger (the bigger they are the more important the person they were built for was), and some that you could climb up (though officially all are meant to be closed due to an American tourist falling off one last year and dying). Unlike the temples of Angkor wat most in Bagan are built with red bricks and stones and are much smaller in comparison. Halfway through the tour we had a break for lunch where we could get to know each other better. Shia and Yifat caught me up on their trip since Hsipaw, which involved their rented motorbike breaking down halfway to Nyuang Shwe and then having to beg a guesthouse to let them stay (apparently only the main towns are allowed foreign visitors). After lunch we saw a few more temples before heading back to town. Back at the hotel we were able to check in and took advantage of the air con in our room before spending the rest of the afternoon by the pool. Just after 5pm Julia, Ylenie, the two french backpackers (Thibault and Apolline - can you get two more french makes?!) and I went back to one of the temples we visited earlier to watch the sunset. Along with the rest of the tourists in bagan it seemed. Ylenia spent most of it taking selfies while the rest of us watched, taking a few choice pictures. After the sunset we headed back to town for dinner in one of the local restaurants (though me and Julia barely made it back as our battery started to die just as we were entering the town). After a nice dinner we headed back to the hostel for an early night.

    Day 2
    After a nice breakfast at the hostel Julia and I decided to spend the day doing our own bike tour of some more temples. With the help of maps.me and previous users comments we spent the next few hours visiting an array of different temples. We even finding a couple that you could climb up, albeit some more difficult than others (one in particular involving Julia climbing over a gate at the top of some stairs while I nervously kept watch, not convinced that I’d be able to climb back over if I tried). After a few hours we headed back to town for lunch and then to once again spend the rest of the afternoon by the pool (so glad I picked the one with the pool, even if it is “less social”). While biking about earlier o noticed on the map that there was a temple conveniently labelled “good for sunset - May 2018 open” so we decided to go there for the evenings sunset. And maps.me did not disappoint. The temple was much smaller than last nights but it also meant only a handful of other tourists were there too. We were able to enjoy the view sitting on the tiers of the roof much more peacefully. After the rest of the tourists left we stayed to take a few more pictures around the quiet temple before heading back to town for dinner. On the way Thibault and Apolline’s bike started to slow down as it ran out of battery (not again!). Julia and I told them to turn their headlight off to save the battery and we drove behind them, with Ylenia in front, making sure they were ok (Apolline also ingenuously thought to turn her phone torch on and hold it behind her as a makeshift break light). Thankfully we made it back to town safely and dropped off the bikes before finding somewhere for dinner. We actually found a nice cheap restaurant right opposite our hostel so after we ate we practically rolled straight into bed.

    Day 3
    Having reached my temple saturation I decided to spend my last day in Bagan around the hostel, taking full advantage of the pool. Julia was of the same mind too so we spent our time chatting by the pool and taking a break for lunch in the town. Sadly all good things must come to an end and it was time to get ready for yet another night bus, this time to Yangon, Myanmar’s largest city and the former capital. I said goodbye to Julia, who was heading to Inle Lake, and got the tuk tuk to the bus station.

    Day 4
    The bus arrived in Yangon at 6am and once again the bus station was miles away from the city centre. Luckily I was again able to commandeer two other tourists to share a taxi downtown. I arrived at my hostel just after 7 and was able to have a shower before enjoying their free breakfast. As I was finishing my food who do I see coming down the stairs, Shia and Yifat! They both greeted me with hugs as we commented on how strange this was getting (there are dozens of hostel in the city). We decided to spend the day together exploring. Although Yangon is The countries former capital there isn’t a huge amount to see in the way of tourist attractions. As we walked around downtown we visited the city’s only synagogue where the guys gave me a tour of some of the religious articles. Luckily it chose this point to start raining so we were ale to avoid the worst of it. After the synagogue we walked around the downtown area a bit more, sampling some of the street food. Sadly the rain continued in short showers so we decided to take a break from exploring and go to the cinema that we happened to pass. The next movie in English, The Darkest Minds, wasn’t showing for another hour and a half so we decided to wait in the nearby mall taking advantage of the air con. We set up camp in a cafe in the food court where the guys taught me Yaniv, a fast paced Israeli card game. Probably one of the quickest games to pick up and so fun to play. We almost rather kept playing instead of going back to the cinema but we’d already bought our tickets. The film actually turned out to be quite good (think a new younger version of the hunger games) and was definitely a different experience watching it in Myanmar. For one the movie started with everyone standing for the national anthem (apparently quite common in Asia) and secondly because not one, not two, but three people answered their phones and had full on conversations during the film! Seriously people?! Why bother paying for the film if you’re not found to watch it?! Mind boggling. After the film we headed to the north to the city’s infamous abandoned theme park. Although technically off limits the receptionist in our hostel said that it actually still on TripAdvisor so we should go check it out. Just be ware of the stray dogs and swarms of mosquitos. Thanks. We found it easily and entered through the fairly big gap in one of the fences. And yes there were a few stray dogs outside but luckily we couldn’t see any inside. Nevertheless I was sufficiently creeped out waking through the park, avoiding the black bog-like puddles across some of the paths. Shia and Yifat were loving it tho and were taking pictures on all of the rides we could get on. I only braved the Ferris wheel before pleading with them to go. This is how horror movies start! Finally they relented and we headed back outside and having got past the handful of stray dogs gathered on the street I was feeling safer again. We then made our way to the main tourist attraction in the city, the Shwedagon Pagoda. The huge gold pagoda (which is actually a stupa as you cannot go inside) stands tall above the city and is said to contain relics from four previous Bhuddas. The complex surrounding the pagoda/stupa was made up of smaller temples and stupas. We joined the number of tourists and sat facing the pagoda as we waited for night to fall, watching as the area lit up around us. Once it was dark we headed back into the city and found a small cafe for dinner before calling it a night.

    Day 5
    The next morning I said goodbye to Shia and Yifat the the final time before they caught their flight to Vietnam. After two weeks of travel buddies I found myself on my own again. I decided to give myself the day off from sightseeing and spent my day reading and planning the next leg of my journey before having an early night so I was rested for my morning flight.

    So there you have my final few days in Myanmar, a culturally warm and rich country.
    Next stop is Bangkok to continue my Thailand adventure!

    Swarrtotmaal!
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  • Day120

    Monday is a day of rest

    October 1 in Myanmar

    Yesterday's buffet was amazing! Grilled lobster and mimosas, to name only two things. After food, we went to the pool where the champagne kept flowing. Then many of us went to a hasher couple's home. They had two beautiful and well trained golden retrievers, so I was able to catch up on my doggy love. The cat that came with the house was also very friendly and kept climbing into my lap. It was the perfect way to top off an amazing 22 days of almost non-stop hashing.

    Tomorrow I have a flight to Kuching, Malaysia, on the island of Borneo. I am so excited to be going to another destination I learned about from National Geographic magazines as a kid. I love my life!

    For today, I plan to give my liver a break and make my stomach earn its keep by stuffing my face with a Hard Rock Cafe cheeseburger. My hostel is purposely only a five-mile walk away. First, though, I have to actually get out of bed. This may be difficult. 😉

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day115

    Welcome to Yangon

    September 26 in Myanmar

    I and my checked bag made it to Yangon without missing the connecting flight! While waiting to board in Hanoi, I watched a couple of Vietnamese Air Force MiGs (I believe) land using their chutes. They parked in some open-ended quonset huts, so I guess they use the airport as both commercial and military. In the background of the pic, you can see a white one taxiing.

    I grabbed an hour-long cab ride from the airport for a whopping 10,000 Kyat/6 USD. The kid spoke a heavily accented, basic English and did his best to point out places along the way. I tried to get a shot of the Shwedagon Pagoda with the full moon above it when we slowed for all the traffic jams.

    The hostel serves breakfast in its eighth floor nook, which overlooks part of the city. Cool. Not cool is that I'm in another 30-minute offset time zone.

    A new old friend is arriving from Vietnam this evening and we're meeting after she checks in, so I took today off to stay in the air conditioning. Right now I'm watching the movie "Snakes on a Plane," which, believe it or not, I've never seen before. Pretty stupid, but not terrible for a lazy day on YouTube. When I saw both a coral snake and a king snake, I couldn't help but think of a rhyme my grandfather taught me in North Texas:

    Red touching black is safe for Jack.
    Red touching yellow will kill a fellow.

    Apparently in this movie, they both kill you. LOL!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day116

    Resting in the air conditioning

    September 27 in Myanmar

    I met up with a friend last night. She's from Kentucky, and the place we went to had her favorite bourbon. We had planned to meet up this morning to do a self-guided walking tour of the city, but neither one of us were up to it. This evening, however, we're meeting up with a group of hashers, so I'm taking advantage of the hotel's air conditioning until then. It's not quite as hot and humid as Vietnam, but it's still enough for your sweat to soak through your clothes in about 15 minutes. The evenings are much better except for the monster mosquitoes.

    I'm not going to get much sightseeing done here, but I'm okay with that. I really just came here for the hash weekend.

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day117

    Friday is a hashing day

    September 28 in Myanmar

    Last night I met up with about 25 hashers for dinner and drinks followed by a couple of night clubs. There were several people that I've been around since 8 September when the hash train trip began. We had a great time!

    Today, my friend and I just checked into the hotel where the Saturday night party will be held. It's super nice, and they gave us an upgrade to lake view. Beautiful.

    Tonight is the Full Moon Hash that kicks off this hash weekend. We're celebrating the Yangon Hash's 1600th trail. Yay!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day118

    Saturday is a hashing day

    September 29 in Myanmar

    Had a great time at the hash last night! Yet again, I it to see old friends, this time several from Hong Kong whom I met at All China Nash Hash in 2012. Terrific!

    Today's trail promises to be wet and muddy because it rained a monsoon this morning, but I'm sure it will be fun. We meet up at our hotel in about an hour. Yay!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️

  • Day119

    Sunday is a hashing day

    September 30 in Myanmar

    The trail yesterday was in town with no serious mud or muck, which was nice. Just after the beer stop, I was alone on trail and running to catch up to the main pack. The locals were mostly laughing and pointing which way to go. Except one lady. She was very upset. She grabbed my arm as I went by and yelled, "I hate you!" When I told the local hashers about the incident, they were shocked. The Myanmar people are very well known for how friendly they are to everyone, so what I experienced was definitely far from ordinary. After trail, we had a great circle with people sitting on huge blocks of ice to atone for their shenanigans. Then we were bussed back to the hotel.

    Saturday evening was an amazing buffet in the hotel ballroom, complete with two ice luges, a birthday cake, and a live band. Terrific!

    Right now, we're having circle for the hangover trail we just finished. After this, we'll walk down the street to a hotel buffet. Yummy!

    So long [for now] and thanks for all the fish. ✌️
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  • Day21

    Yangon

    December 10, 2017 in Myanmar

    Gisteren aangekomen in Myanmar. Wat mij direct opvalt is dat er veel minder toeristen rondlopen in vergelijking met Thailand. De lokale bevolking gaat ook veel traditioneler gekleed. Vrouwen dragen een rok tot de grond en de schouders zijn steeds bedekt. De mannen dragen ook een soort rok/doek rond hun middel, en dat ziet er eigenlijk echt super uit! Mode-ideetje voor thuis?😊
    Aangezien 1 euro ongeveer gelijkstaat aan 1500 Kath, voel ik me een halve miljonair wanneer ik de lokale munt afhaal. De taxi vraagt 2500 Kath, ik schrik van het hoge bedrag, maar als de currency app op mijn IPhone het bedrag in Euro aangeeft, ben ik gerustgesteld: 1,56 EUR 😌
    We lopen wat rond door de stad, bezoeken de gigantische tempelsite Shwendagon Pagoda en gaan naar een overdekte markt die voornamelijk blinkende juwelen verkocht, met voorkeur voor diamant en jade. Om de dag af te sluiten gingen we naar Kadawgi park. Prachtig groen park, omgeven door houten peilers om langs het imposante meer te lopen: aanrader!
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  • Day243

    Shwedagon Pagoda

    March 19 in Myanmar

    Eine der berühmtesten Stupas der Welt und der wichtigste Sakralbau/das religiöse Zentrum Myanmars.

    Zwar war der Sonnenaufgang etwas nebelig heute, aber immerhin war es kühl und ich war so früh am Morgen der einzige Tourist hier.

    Zusammen mit Tint konnte ich erleben, wie, wo und warum bei den verschiedenen Buddhas gebetet und gespendet wird. Ein wenig schwierig war es dann ein vegetarisches Frühstück aufzutreiben. Also gab es eine art Kokosgeleeplätzchen und süßen Kaffee.

    Did you know: Jeder in Myanmar und zwar wirklich JEDER, egal ob Mann oder Frau, trägt einen langen Rock. Der sogenannte longyi, gehört zur traditionellen Kleidung hier und ist häufig sehr farbenfroh. Vielleicht lege ich mir auch noch einen zu.
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Yangon Region, Région de Yangon

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